Chapter 2030: Lighting up the Dream in Your Heart (Twenty-Five)

After the unknown aliens left, several people sat around the bar and began to concentrate on drinking. The most unique thing about this pub is that the cups for drinks come in many styles, and they look like they were bought at an interstellar second-hand stall.

Some are wooden cups made by hollowing out a tree trunk, some are metal splicing cups, and some even look like the heads of little monsters.

The liquor inside also has various colors, many of which are bright purple and azure blue that humans can't accept, and some are even fluorescent. Stark stared at a glass of bright purple wine and hesitated for a long time, but still took a sip to taste it.

Then he began to retch because of the strong floral scent.

"What the hell? I feel like I drank a sip of Pepper's perfume." Stark grinned, and the real bartender who came back with a big beard smiled and said: "This drink is called Midsummer Poppy. It is made with the pigments of pure natural poppies, and the floral fragrance uses gardenia. If you think the taste is a bit strong, I can change it for you. A glass of sparkling water."

The result is that the sparkling water served is green, and it looks a bit like a witch's cauldron freshly brewed.

Stark took another sip, and this time he was a little relieved, because this thing tasted like mint. Although the color was a bit strange, it tasted familiar.

Stark took a few big gulps, and only when he drank to the bottom of the cup did he find that there was a bunch of sticky green balls at the bottom, which looked similar to venom.

Stark covered his throat and began to retch again. The bartender explained: "It is an edible ball algae. After special treatment, it will not have a strange taste. It will taste a bit like agar when chewed. You can try it."

Stark pushed the cup aside.

Schiller was holding a glass of orange fluorescent sparkling wine, and Gray Fog made a cheerful cry in his mind, because Schiller had not drunk for a long time.

As soon as he took a sip, Gray Fog hummed and said, "I don't like bubbles. I feel that it will make me bloated."

Schiller had to ask for a glass of the highest alcohol. Steve looked at him strangely and said, "Are you sure you want to drink strong liquor at noon?"

"I think we should go eat something later and find a regular restaurant. I have been distracted by the purpose of those interstellar pirates. Maybe food can make me feel better."

"Ororo and I plan to go shopping again, and we won't go to eat. I think we can meet at the door of the last amusement facility. How about three o'clock in the afternoon?"

T'Challa looked down at his watch and said.

Several people had no objection, so Schiller, Steve, and Stark went to the cabin restaurant together.

The decoration style here is more inclined to metal punk. Most of the furniture is made of old brass, and some decorations use extremely shiny copper plates, creating a punk-style contrast.

The specialties here are also alien-style food, such as deliberately cutting fried onions into spiral cones, using special blades to cut cucumbers into springs, and piling beef fillings into strange-shaped meat paste.

Schiller shook his head and sighed: "Humans are still too lacking in imagination about aliens. Although the aesthetics of intelligent life have their own characteristics, they don't make their food look weird and ugly."

"Every civilization thinks that its art is unique and perfect." Steve cut a piece of onion and put it into his mouth and said: "We thought that our aesthetic style would be very different from that of aliens, or just the opposite, but as long as the visual system is similar, everyone's pursuit of beauty is also similar."

"It's nothing more than balance, symmetry, and regularity." Schiller stirred the mashed potatoes, and then said: "This is the necessary path in the development of the aesthetics of orderly creatures, and the results derived are also similar."

"I still don't understand what those aliens are doing." Stark turned his head and looked at Schiller and said: "You didn't ask them to look good, which is not like you."

Schiller showed a mysterious smile, reached out and touched his pocket, but still didn't say anything.

After finishing the weird-looking food on the table, they saw an even weirder beverage store.

This is an outdoor beverage store, but all the drinks are in spherical bottles. Steve saw the classic packaging of Coca-Cola as soon as he walked over.

The staff member wearing a headscarf, or the aboriginal here in the plot setting, was a woman with a slightly frosted face. She adjusted her headscarf, hugged her arms and said to Steve: "This is the most famous energy drink on Batu Star. It is pronounced BB-8 in Batu language."

"Originally, we used wooden bottles. Later, a human from Earth threw an empty red beverage can here. I heard that this brand of beverage is very popular on Earth, so we specially imitated bottles of similar color to sell to Earthlings. Do you want one?"

These small spherical bottles were thrown into a box filled with ice. On such a hot day, people felt a lot cooler.

So Steve took out his bracelet and prepared to buy a few bottles of drinks, but at this moment, he caught a glimpse of the group of aliens in smuggler robes on the other side of the stall also planning to buy drinks.

Just as he was about to walk over, Schiller stopped him. Several people nearby pricked up their ears and listened. Sure enough, they heard the vendor say to the group of aliens: "The smuggling business has become increasingly difficult recently, right? The Legion's offensive is too fierce, and we can't get any good goods. If you have a way, go to the blue-haired woman next to the armory, and she will give you a good price."

Steve was a little confused. He didn't understand who this vendor was and why he was connected with the aliens?

But Schiller laughed and said, "Perhaps you should have heard that Disney's cast and crew are very dedicated, and the most famous feature of the Star Wars Park is that the costumes of the cast and crew here are random, and there are no classic character images."

"What they play are actually the locals of Batu, some store owners who make a living by taking on smuggled goods and providing accommodation and food for smugglers, or intelligence dealers who make a living by selling intelligence, and some spies of the First Legion, and even Jedi Knights lurking in the Jedi Order."

"The actors will randomly choose their own costumes and personalities on the day, hiding in the play area. "Disney staff are specially trained. When they play a role, they are almost completely immersed in the role. Although the professional planning team can tell that it is exaggerated publicity, at least ordinary people can't see it." "But those pirates should be well-informed, right?" Stark asked with a frown. Of course, he also saw from the micro-scanning device on his glasses that the vendor was not an alien smuggler, but an ordinary human. However, he didn't think that these pirates would have species identification equipment, because from the performance of the previous confrontation, they looked like a grass-roots team. These are just the little minions among the pirates, and they are the kind of low-level pirates who are the same whether they are in the pirate group or not. Otherwise, why would Yongdu send them here? Schiller explained, "Although Thor must have tacitly agreed that Yondu's people could enter the Nine Realms, Yondu is not stupid. If this is a trap, wouldn't he be trapped here?"

"This cunning pirate leader will not come in so stupidly, but will definitely send a group of cannon fodder to test the waters. Not only is it impossible for these pirates to have any important figures, they must be the kind that would not feel bad if Yondu died, or simply spies from other pirate groups."

Schiller smiled playfully, and Stark and Steve understood what he was going to do.

Sure enough, Schiller took out his phone and said to Nick, "I plan to set up a trap for the fat sheep. Can you contact the management department of Disney? Let them cooperate with the performance and give them 30% of the profits."

Steve thought Nick would at least ask about the specific plan, but Nick said that 30% was too high. If it was an alien fat sheep, 10% would be enough.

Then Schiller took the phone and went to the other side, and he was gone for more than ten minutes. Steve and Stark suspected that he had kidnapped aliens.

After returning, Schiller cleared his throat and said, "Wait and see."

Just then, Steve saw the communicator on the waist of the stall owner who was talking to the group of interstellar pirates suddenly rang.

Of course, both of them could see that it was just a mobile phone, but it was covered with a layer of metal shell, disguised as some kind of alien communication equipment, and the ringtone was deliberately set to a monotonous beeping sound instead of an earth song.

The vendor opened his eyes wide, looked down at his waist, and then smiled at the interstellar pirates opposite and said, "You can choose it yourself. I have something to leave in advance."

This phone is actually an emergency communication phone assigned by Disney to employees. When encountering some emergencies, it is used to arrange employees to organize tourists to evacuate.

However, because Disney has high requirements for the dedication of cast and crew, and does not allow cast and crew to do things that damage the image of the role they play, it is absolutely not allowed to answer the phone in public.

After all, if Winnie the Pooh took out a mobile phone in front of a child, the child's childhood would be over from the moment he opened his mouth to speak.

The vendor took a long time to go, and several pirates were getting a little impatient, but before they came down, Yongdu gave them human currency and reminded them not to forget to pay and not to cause trouble to attract attention. They were really thirsty, so they waited patiently until the stall owner came back.

"Sorry, the boss called me. One of our ships had a problem in the Interstellar Region. I may have to go over there to deal with it later."

The vendor turned to look at the female stall owner and said, "Vanessa, you really have to do me a favor. There's another problem in the Interstellar Region. This is the second one today. I'm afraid it won't be long before we have to move over again."

Vanessa also received a call just now, but she came back faster than the stall owner. She also sighed and pouted, saying, "It's all because of that damn Interstellar Security Committee. If they hadn't wanted to build something..."

The vendor quickly signaled Vanessa with his eyes. Vanessa glanced at the interstellar pirates who covered their faces with hoods and kept silent.

The pirates were anxious.